Chapter 1170: In the middle of the game

Chapter 1170, the calculation of the middle, the bureau
I want to make Ye Jian irritated and make inappropriate behaviors. Mrs. Ye’s abacus is really loud.
It is a pity that she is better at calculating, and it is absolutely impossible for Ye Jian to undergo special training. She can control her temper at any time and calmly deal with any unexpected things.
For a moment and a half, Mrs. Ye, who did not think of a way, looked at the hand that clasped Ye Jian’s wrist, and there was a gloomy flight in her eyes.
The only way is still only one, angering her and letting her make inappropriate behavior.
In the old eyes of the sullen and sullen, the calculations flashed, and her nose was snoring. She snorted: "Ye Jian, you can make it up now, not necessarily in the future. Without a home, there is no root, you really have to make trouble. Is there no light on everyone's face? Do you think you have won, do you really win? No, even if you win, you will stink your reputation, you know?"
When I was 18 years old and I was in love with my face, I was troubled by my face and being teased by boys and girls. Can she continue to be proud?
If she can listen in this time, then she will be happy.
If you don't listen, don't worry, there are still tricks waiting!
Mrs. Ye’s reading is countless. She has a method of knowing and recognizing people. She can make her daughter’s family a big business from a small business, both strategies and means.
It’s not a matter of rejuvenation, but it’s a matter of minutes, and it’s better to count the bills.
There is hard in the soft, there are flaws in the hard, and there is poison in the sputum.
"I heard that your grades are good. I want to test a good university. You said that if someone writes a letter to your future university, I am not afraid that I can't stay in the new environment?" The light voice can only be heard by Ye Jian, and even Ye Zhifan who is next to it does not see her lips moving. "Ye Jian, you are still small, don't know the rumors, the rumors are an invisible killing weapon. You don't listen to me. Once the whole school has a good student, even the grandmother doesn't recognize it. What do you think the students think of you?"
I am not afraid of a 18-year-old girl who is really calm! Must be afraid of her!
The orphan who left home turned the school into a home. If one day, the school that became a "home" could not accommodate her, it would be necessary to see if she could still straighten her waist and look cold and proud to talk to herself!
"When the school can't accommodate you, you can't return home. What do you mean by living with you? Take your parents' photos and threaten me. Jane's head is simple, you are too naive, people have become Bone bones, I can’t help me before I am born, can I still get me after I die?

In the calculation of the middle, the Bureau of the Bureau, Ye Jian did not make trouble to choose the same in her plan, but Ye Jian really wants to make trouble, it is more like the wish of Mrs. Ye!
I only hope that you will make things bigger and louder! A high school student yells at his grandmother, who will be affected?
There is a sneer in the eyes of Mrs. Ye, and she looks at this young face in front of her.
What about Sun Xueqing?
At that time, a "filial piety" word put her to death, and now she can still hold her daughter to death!
Looking at Ye Jian’s face turned a little darker, and Mrs. Ye’s wife still took it, and said:
As long as you listen to your grandmother’s arrangements, what you can do in the future, what you can do.

The hand on Ye Jian’s wrist was not taken away, she waited for her hand to be pushed away, let the school leaders see what the good students in their eyes are!
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, little fairies.
There is no way to add more to the Qingyun.... Friends and family come over and relax together in Hengshan.
(End of this chapter)